A couple of months ago when I spotted this in our neighbor’s driveway, I was smitten. My neighbor's father bought this truck brand new and recently passed it on to his son.
Come to find out, there are some pretty interesting stories that go along with this truck. Maybe I can get my award winning writer friend, Preston Lerner, who mentioned me in his Last Days of the the Minivan story to write about it.
Now, this ultra cool truck is towing my neighbor’s boat down to Newport. That is, until he drives it to Iowa and passes it on to his brother. I think this cutie of a truck is going to feel quite at home amongst the fields of corn. Meanwhile, I’m going to admire it while I can.
During an election year, I don't even give all those campaign signs a second thought. But this one really caught my eye. Those clever surfers at Hurley get my vote for most creative candidate. This Huntington Beach mom surely appreciates a good boardshort - I just can’t find Phantom on my mail-in ballot.
I swear, this isn’t a paid endorsement. But, in a way, I do consider Spot Shot my sponsor, and savior, since the company that owns this brand employs my husband, and the actual product has worked miracles on my carpet. In “my glamorous life” as a mom, I’ve had the pleasure of cleaning up after two little boys, and now a devilish little puppy.I have to tell you, I have fended off those dreaded “P” stains - both pee and poop. The stuff really works…and not just because I get it for free by the gallons.
Here I am happily cleaning up dog pee. Yes, that is the devil dog behind me - plotting his next move.
Check me out in the Orange County Register today.My story, about me (the slacker mom) and the PTA president, is on the cover of the Life Section in the paper. If you don’t do paper, you can read it by clicking here.
The response has been incredible. Suddenly, everyone knows my name at school. Pretty cool for a shy girl.
I was supposed to shutdown my computer and devote the last 24 hours to cleaning. I failed. Just like I when I tried to go cold-turkey on my cheese addiction, I was setting myself up for failure. I did clean. My floors were gleaming - for about 90 minutes until my boys came home and the dog found an unopened juice box to chew on. I never even made it upstairs to clean those ungodly toilets. I just had to see what was happening in the lives of my favorite bloggers.Once I was online, I was a goner.
My husband totally busted me when I replied to an e-mail he had sent me. This brings me to my unhealthy obsession with checking my e-mail. You'd think I was waiting for the Pope to contact me to bless my blog, or something. And as for Googling myself, well I don’t know if I even want to go there.
This whole blogging thing has a tight hold on me and you know what? I like it!
Things are getting really bad here at the house. When I say bad, I mean bad smelling. When you have two little boys, and a puppy, the stink factor is incredible. So bad, that my nose has shut down and I’ve gone from having a sensitive snout to not being able to smell my perfume.
I think my nose is in survival mode and has gone into shock. With that being said, it’s time for me to clean the house. I mean really clean - wash floors, clean toilets, scrub tubs, vacuum, polish stuff, do laundry, etc., etc., etc., Wow, I really don't want to this but...
In order to make this happen I will be turning off my computer for the next 24 hours.I hope that my mind doesn’t go into shock too.
I’m going to miss my bloggy friends – all two of you!But you know how it is when dirty calls.
This week I did something out of character for me. I bought a pair of designer jeans. I’ve always been true to my Levis and have never strayed - even during the years when Brook Shields was going on about nothing coming between her and Calvin Kleins.
My grandpa wore Levis, my dad wore Levis, and my brother still wears Levis. This is how deep my Levis roots are. When I lived in the Bay Area, I went to the Levis headquarters in San Francisco to visit their museum…and of course drop off a resume
I don’t know what possessed me, but I tried on a pair of Lucky jeans, and hey, they looked pretty darn good. I looked at the tag and they were $98. Hmmm… not so bad, I’d seen worse price tags. So I took the plunge and bought them.
When I got home and started to take off all the tags I noticed this. What the heck does this mean? Those silly marketing people, as if they think they could really fool me.
Translation: MOM JEANS. Did they really have to mention that they are EASY FIT. MID RISE I can handle, but EASY FIT is in no way cool.
Because, Suz from Alive in Wonderland made me do it.One day she asked me “why don’t you start your own blog?” I replied, “I’m not a blogger.” At this point, Suz probably thought I was a little odd, since this conversation took place at a launch party for OC Moms where we are both mom bloggers for the Orange County Register’s website.
When I went home that day I wondered to myself, why I didn’t consider myself a real blogger.I think Suz already had me figured out and over several months gently pushed me into creating my very own blog. She calls herself bossy, I call her inspirational.
Now, I feel as though I’ve got my new dress on and I have finally arrived at the party. Now, it’s time to mingle.